Volume One, Chapter Ninety-One: Common Sense

Despite their haste, by the time Li Ziyuan led his team to Wangjia Valley, it was already somewhat too late. Three miles from Wangjia Valley, a towering fire was already raging in that direction. The blaze burning in the night was clearly visible even from three miles away.

That afternoon, Tang Xiao lingered in Clear Breeze Valley for more than two hours. Then, under the reluctant gaze of his adoptive parents, Tang Xiao and Tian Sha departed, taking Lu Ba with them.

Under the tactical assault of the Black Iron Puppets, the effectiveness of the last two attacks was far from ideal, with only single-digit casualties each time.

Under the curious stares of those around, Fu Can wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, suddenly opened his eyes, and two beams—one black, one white—shot from his pupils. An overwhelming aura instantly filled the entire space.

"My safety is not your responsibility! I can handle myself! Liao Fan, don't think just because you have some leverage now you can control us. My hundreds of thousands of troops are not to be underestimated!" Commander Liu, blocked by Liao Fan, was furious, threatening him directly with the might of his army.

"Heh, before I encountered the Nether Panther, I actually saw a Snow Rabbit. I know where to find them." Jia Fugui stroked his bare chin with pretended seriousness.

Yet the latest order from his superiors left Li Ziyuan no choice but to set aside all his thoughts. He had no idea why the division needed his local forces at this time, but as a soldier, orders are orders. Military orders are as immovable as mountains; there is no room for negotiation.

Wu Ming did not know that this spring-like valley relied on millennia-old snowy peaks. This was also why Xiaofeng did not stop her again.

As the fork came thrusting towards her, I am Wu Fu watched "Flower" Qingyi and smiled. Suddenly, the fork grew longer; it turned out Wu Fu's fork could extend. Just as its sharp tip was about to pierce "Flower" Qingyi's chest, she suddenly smiled.

On the highest platform, stood a tall, iron-built, imposing middle-aged man. Beside him was a young man in a white robe, his waist bound with a golden silk sash, a floral crown adorning his brow.

Unexpectedly, the boss did not speak, but slowly released his grip. His usually fierce features now carried a hint of solitude and gloom.

Even though Yu Xiubai had turned away and resumed his busy work in the kitchen—walking back and forth, handling noodles, mixing seasonings—his movements seemed frozen before her.

She immediately tried to pull her hand back, wishing to free herself from Yu Xiubai's hold, but her left hand was not only held by him; her wrist was firmly controlled by Xiang Zetian as well.

She took out a tub of lotus root that had already been soaked, crushed it with a wooden stick until all the slices were pulverized, then spread a large piece of gauze over a basin and poured out the lotus pulp, filtering it through the cloth.

Before Lin Jiajia could speak, "Big brother, you really care a lot about Assistant Lin!" Fu Yiyan teased with a smile from the side.

Just as the call ended, the public relations department phoned. They said they were doing their utmost to soothe the welfare institute’s concerns and communicate with the media. A press conference would be held to announce the results, and until the facts were confirmed, there would be no excessive publicity or reporting.

Before I could finish speaking, he suddenly stood up, pushed me against the car door, and leaned in over me.

He hurried to steady the other person, who was clearly startled, dropping their phone to the ground.

I never paid much attention to Zhao Qianwei winning Best Actress, yet in the end, I fell into Hua Xu's hands.

Both sides of the street instantly quieted down. Everyone watched the slowly approaching motorcade with reverence etched on their faces.

Chu Nian felt cold sweat dripping down, her vision beginning to blur.

At this critical moment of treatment, Xiao Mo, unable to speak, rolled his eyes at Zhao Mu.

Chu Nian felt that after Gu Ci kissed her, her mind was in complete chaos—even speaking a sentence became incoherent.

Thus, the secret realm trial had only just begun, and the disciples of Northern Cang and Great Chu eyed each other warily, a tense and subtle atmosphere hanging in the air.

A faint trace of tenderness flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his lips curved into a barely perceptible smile.

Lu Xueqi pursed her lips. "But as far as I know, Ling Feng has always liked someone named Li Molly. You really don’t stand a chance!"

Uncle wiped the sweat from his brow, glanced back at the middle-aged man in the yellow robe. The man was watching him too, yet still said nothing, only nodding gently.

Of course, compared to the advantages mentioned above, this cultivation method had a glaring flaw—it was extremely difficult to practice, progress was slow, and even the most gifted had to toil for decades to master the first layer, let alone others.

"Don’t cultivate the demonic arts. Go find Elder Tree first, see if he has any solution. If there truly isn’t..." The Azure Emperor paused, falling silent.

A white-haired elder shouted sternly. "No matter what has happened, we must not panic!" He paused. "What worries me most is whether someone is deliberately targeting us!"